Conversation with ussatlantis at 5/20/2008 6:59:33 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)
(6:59:34 PM) TKirr entered the room.
(6:59:34 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(6:59:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(7:00:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hi y'all
(7:01:02 PM) LtCmdrBusard entered the room.
(7:01:14 PM) TKirr: Hellos
(7:01:20 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy thar.
(7:01:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Heya
(7:01:24 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(7:01:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: OMG EVERYONE IS HERE AT 7
(7:02:10 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Creepy, no?
(7:02:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Truly!
(7:03:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well, I promised some episodic cohesive plots focusing on us, and that's what's gonna happen.
(7:05:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Sweet?
(7:05:49 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Wewt, and stuff!
(7:06:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So with that, the brief!
(7:06:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We have received a distress call from a Machen Bren fighter near the border.
(7:07:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We're out of Klingon space by the way.
(7:08:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Our hails in response to the mayday went unanswered, but we tracked the trail to an M Class planet.
(7:08:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
(7:09:26 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Cake or death?
(7:09:36 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Which SIDE of the border?
(7:09:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Cake.
(7:09:59 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Durn.
(7:10:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: He went down on our side, but was on his side when he made the call.
(7:10:44 PM) cmdr shelev: oh so it's like a mob hit in jersey
(7:10:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, something like that.
(7:11:14 PM) cmdr shelev: shoot him on this side, let him bleed out on the other side so it's a different jurisdiction :clint:
(7:11:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, we're approaching the planet.
(7:12:02 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Are we on yellow alert to start with?
(7:12:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:12:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:12:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:12:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (yes)
(7:12:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Standard orbit, begin scans of the surface.
(7:12:40 PM) TKirr: Initiating scanning patterns.
(7:12:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Stands at his station, already scanning for refined alloys, warp signatures and the like::
(7:13:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::At her station, reconfiguring sensors to allow for a wider scanning pattern::
(7:13:37 PM) TKirr: Cursory scans show no sentient life signs. M-class, uninhabited.
(7:13:57 PM) cmdr shelev: So why are we here?
(7:14:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I'm picking up a duranium signature. Overlaying position now.
(7:14:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Assume a geostationary orbit over that point.
(7:15:00 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Brings up an image of the planet on the viewscreen, with a blinking red dot where the pilot evidently crashed:: I am NOT picking up any Machen Bren life sign at the crash site. Widening scans.
(7:18:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Frowns:: All scans negative. Our guy might just not have made it. I'll start scanning the surrounding space as well though. Machen Bren fighters we've seen incorporate a detachable life pod around the cockpit. Maybe he
(7:18:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ejected before he hit atmo.
(7:18:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'd like to go down and have a look as well.
(7:19:04 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks up with a frown:: Sir?
(7:20:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Assuming you don't find a lifepod.
(7:21:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr, how's the climate at the crash site?
(7:22:10 PM) TKirr: ::looks it up::
(7:22:24 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I'll arrange a detail to sweep and secure the area first then.
(7:22:47 PM) TKirr: Some high winds, and a little warm... but safe enough.
(7:22:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Because...so far, I'm not detecting jack. As far as I can tell, looks like we got here too late.
(7:23:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Don't worry about the security detail, then, unless the Machen Bren have developed cloaking technology in the past few months.
(7:24:25 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Uh...they DO have cloaking technology, sir.
(7:24:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Personal cloaking tech, I mean.
(7:24:49 PM) cmdr shelev: I'm with Doug. He went down, it's over.
(7:25:26 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the Admiral rather confusedly.:: It's not unreasonable to consider the fact that they might have such technology, sir. They cloaked a ship. Cloaking a human is more difficult, but not impossible.
(7:25:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (*humanoid)
(7:26:19 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Well...in any case, with all due respect, it's not procedure for a flag officer to go down there without SOME escort. Not until we know what happened down there.
(7:27:06 PM) TKirr: ((procedure... hah!))
(7:28:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I want a look at the wreckage regardless, it's a good close look at the tech.
(7:29:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Doug, you'll be escort enough.
(7:31:38 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ...Right. If you'll excuse me then, I'll just go get kitted up.
(7:32:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr, Busard, Shelev, come along.
(7:32:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Get Harper up here.
(7:33:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Pinches the bridge of his nose as he walks into the turbolift, letting the door close behind him:: Aye aye, Admiral Al'Kiara.
(7:33:42 PM) TKirr: ::looks up in response to her name, then prepares to leave her station::
(7:35:26 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Stands after tapping her console a couple of times, making sure she has a phaser and tricorder on her.::
(7:36:34 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Summons the Harper Sarcasim Beam up to the bridge.::
(7:36:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You rang? :j:
(7:37:45 PM) cmdr shelev: If the starship had keys I would toss them to you and order you to fill the tank up but you wouldn't listen anyway.
(7:37:50 PM) cmdr shelev: Also, you have the bridge.
(7:37:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Righto.
(7:38:16 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Arrives in security, and throws on the armed explorer getup. Light armor vest under a black field jacket. He stuffs various odds and ends into a grey tactical vest over the whole thing. Also, baseball cap. Can't look serious
(7:38:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::ducks into the flag office and grabs his phaser and a cigar, stuffs the cigar under his jacket::
(7:39:44 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Collects her tool belt, while she's at it. Can never have too many tools.::
(7:40:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods to Harper as he enters the TL::
(7:40:14 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Arrives in the transporter room with the same getup as always, only with a tricorder he doesn't know how to use and a phaser that he is even worse with.::
(7:40:35 PM) MajDougMcKnight: without the cap. But the rifle he grabs before heading to the transporter room doesn't hurt.::
(7:41:15 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Arrives in the Transporter Room shortly after Shelev.::
(7:41:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::arrives in the TR::
(7:41:57 PM) TKirr: ::enters the TR in the proper AT attire, scanner on one hip, phaser on the other::
(7:42:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Busard, I want to see what you can salvage from this wreck that might tell us anything.
(7:43:15 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Aye, sir.
(7:43:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Joins them presently::
(7:45:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Never really gotten a good look at their fighters, beyond the stealth ship. ::steps up on the pad::
(7:46:01 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Glances at McKnight when he enters, before nodding to the admiral and stepping up onto a pad::
(7:47:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::sees everyone up:: Energize.
(7:47:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> We appear in a tundra.
(7:48:18 PM) TKirr: ::frowns::
(7:48:41 PM) TKirr: ::quickly whips out her scanner and studies it as it chirples and beeps::
(7:49:19 PM) TKirr: Well, it appeared to be rather warm from orbit.
(7:49:44 PM) TKirr: ::rubs her free hand up her arm and tenses up against the cold::
(7:49:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks around:: It also appeared green.
(7:49:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Picks up tricorder, starts scanning for any abnormalities in particular::
(7:49:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Atlantis+ Blackthorne to Atlantis, are these the correct co-ordinates?
(7:49:58 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Frowns, glad of the field jacket as the aforementioned high winds buffet them on arrival. Reaching into one of the vest pockets, he adds a pair of shades::
(7:50:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> No answer from Atlantis.
(7:50:26 PM) TKirr: ::perks up an ear at the unexpected silence::
(7:50:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the admiral worriedly::
(7:51:26 PM) cmdr shelev: ((ok cats have been herded back in))
(7:51:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Harper+ Blackthorne to Harper.
(7:51:35 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::static::
(7:51:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Scowls:: You have got to be kidding me.
(7:51:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Blackthorne to anyone!
(7:51:48 PM) TKirr: ::smacks her badge:: +Atlantis+ T'Kirr to Atlantis.
(7:52:32 PM) TKirr: ::shares a look with Busard::
(7:52:43 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Looks utterly bewildered.::
(7:52:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, they're either unable or unwilling to respond, let's get moving to shelter of some sort.
(7:52:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Shares the look for a moment before she looks up at the sky, trying to see if there's any sign that they're actually on the planet they were scanning::
(7:53:23 PM) TKirr: ::feels suddenly very small, hugging herself and trying to find something on the horizon worth heading towards::
(7:53:43 PM) TKirr: ::consults the bleeping device in her hand::
(7:54:34 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Widens her tricorder's scan, now looking for shelter::
(7:54:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Anything on scans? ::almost yelling over the wind::
(7:56:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Er...sir, the scans are picking up what might be a series of caves to the east. It's a ways away, though.
(7:56:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Let's move!
(7:57:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Right. ::Hugging her arms for warmth, Busard moves quickly east::
(7:57:45 PM) TKirr: ::studies the possible cave readings, not getting much of anything at this range, and begins to follow::
(7:58:49 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Looks at his huddling crewmates. Pansies.:: Why don't we build an igloo?
(7:58:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> About half a kilo into our trek (lol) we find the wreckage of a ship, covered in a bit of snow.
(7:59:04 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Begins to feel a little bad, looking around at the rest of the team with nothing but their duty uniforms to protect them from this cold. Then, he remembers this is exactly why you don't bring the entire senior staff on away
(7:59:11 PM) MajDougMcKnight: missions, smirks, and keeps pace.::
(7:59:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Then, of course, he moves forward, rifle raised with the light activated to scan the wreckage visually, since their instruments appear to be worthless so far today.::
(8:01:04 PM) TKirr: ::eyes moving back and forth from the ship wreckage and her little screen::
(8:01:49 PM) TKirr: This can't be what we're looking for. ::halfway shouting::
(8:02:25 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Stops, looking at T'Kirr:: Hmm?
(8:02:39 PM) TKirr: Mineral decay places this at least five hundred years old. Maybe more.
(8:03:05 PM) TKirr: ::eyes Ian::
(8:03:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::Brushes away some snow::
(8:03:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The markings are still Machen Bren...
(8:04:16 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shouts:: Not that we've had much cause to trust our instruments so far, but are they detecting any life form readings? Whatever else it is, it's shelter.
(8:05:10 PM) TKirr: ::shivers for good measure:: I show no life signs.
(8:05:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Me neither.
(8:06:24 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I doubt they had these fighters five hundred years ago!
(8:06:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: In that case, unless there are any objections, I say it warrants a closer look. From the inside.
(8:06:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Scan for temporal anomalies.
(8:06:40 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::-Does so::
(8:07:38 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Er...sir...
(8:07:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Eh?
(8:08:10 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Hands him the tricorder instead of actually saying it.::
(8:08:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: What.
(8:08:30 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Oh, wait, this ship is a one or two man fighter? In that case...pretend McKnight didn't say that stuff about sheltering inside.)
(8:08:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((One, whatever the one is we shot down tons of))
(8:08:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Five hundred years in the future?
(8:09:28 PM) LtCmdrBusard: It WOULD explain why temperate weather from orbit turned out to be ice tundra.
(8:09:57 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Her statement does not change the only somewhat shielded look of fear on her face.::
(8:10:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Oh, well. I'm comforted knowing that. This is my comforted face.
(8:10:32 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::It looks remarkably like his "I just stepped in something unpleasant" face.::
(8:10:41 PM) TKirr: ::swallows:: So Atlantis... is long gone. There's no one out there to hail.
(8:10:55 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks daggers at McKnight::
(8:10:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Percy, is there anything we can use here?
(8:11:10 PM) cmdr shelev: :[
(8:11:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shades make it impossible to tell if the look is returned.::
(8:12:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: As shelter? Any scrap metal that we can put together. Maybe if by some chance any of the electronics still work, we might be able to put together a heat generator or something.
(8:12:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We can always heat rocks with phasers, I'm talking anything at all that could be useful in any way. We're moving on.
(8:14:11 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ...Not really, sir.
(8:15:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Then move on, we've gotta make those caves!
(8:15:35 PM) TKirr: ::shuddering heavily now, trying to focus on her tricorder::
(8:15:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Nods, giving the wreckage one last look before taking off for the caves.::
(8:16:38 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks to T'Kirr, remembering from the last time the senior staff got stranded in the cold:: How are you holding up? I'm wearing an armor vest under this. It should keep in enough body heat until we get there, if you need the
(8:16:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: jacket.
(8:17:23 PM) TKirr: ::shakes her head, a little too violently:: I'll be fine, let's just move.
(8:18:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Taking off the jacket anyway, he tosses it to her before moving on:: Make a hat then. See if I care.
(8:18:21 PM) TKirr: ::catches it involuntarily::
(8:19:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: No room for pride, T'Kirr.
(8:19:43 PM) TKirr: ::throws Ian a little glare before shrugging on the vest::
(8:20:24 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Pansies!::
(8:20:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Happy thoughts. Maybe next time, we'll get stranded in a nice, baking desert.
(8:20:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> After a few hours, we reach the cave system.
(8:20:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yes. That's the happiest thought in the world.
(8:21:05 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Er...prior to the few hours)
(8:22:04 PM) TKirr: ::enters an easily accessible cave, clearly relieved, and starts making scanning noise::
(8:22:15 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Bolting past the cave entrance, forgetting even his instinctive need to make sure the area is secure first, he draws his phaser with shaking hands, manages to get his phaser set to wide beam, and heats the nearest wall until it's
(8:22:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: all but lava::
(8:22:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gratefully goes to the warm wall::
(8:22:59 PM) TKirr: ::migrates to the warmth::
(8:23:28 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Almost dives towards the wall, sitting by it tucked into a little ball o' engineer::
(8:24:10 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::After a minute, he removes his boots and socks, glad it wasn't actually snowing, and thus the rest of his clothes should still be fairly dry.::
(8:25:02 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Stays near the cave mouth near the cool draft.::
(8:25:18 PM) TKirr: ::stays facing the wall until her face and hands have defrosted, then turns her back to it and manages to keep her attention on the little incomplete map on her scanner::
(8:25:35 PM) TKirr: ((What are you, Aenar?))
(8:26:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> There are tremors of an earthquake.
(8:26:14 PM) cmdr shelev: ((Half, plus I want everyone else to look like a god damned pussy. :D ))
(8:26:22 PM) cmdr shelev: OK, that was unpleasant.
(8:26:30 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (That MUST be a refreshing change of pace.)
(8:26:34 PM) TKirr: ::almost braces herself against the heated wall::
(8:26:34 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Ball o' engineer flinches::
(8:26:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight: You know what? No. Just...fucking no, alright?
(8:27:31 PM) TKirr: That would explain why several branches of the intricate tunnel system on my map appear to be collapsed.
(8:28:05 PM) TKirr: It would also suggest geothermal activity further in.
(8:28:37 PM) TKirr: Warmer, yet increasingly unstable.
(8:29:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: How stable is what we're standing in?
(8:29:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to those with the tricorders::
(8:30:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at hers:: More stable than the rest, it seems. I don't think we're in immediate danger of rocks falling and us dying.
(8:30:46 PM) TKirr: ::looks up at the arched ceiling of the cave entrance, as if adding her visual assessment to the readings:: One of the most secure places of the system. We're certainly better here than out there, or deeper in.
(8:31:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Then this is home, for now.
(8:31:35 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks around:: It could use some drapes.
(8:32:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: And a fully stocked pantry, yes.
(8:33:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Speaking of food, we're going to need some. Is there anything on scans alive?
(8:34:21 PM) TKirr: ::taps the tricorder a couple times, then watches it hopefully::
(8:34:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Sighs, opens up yet another vest pocket, and tosses a few 24th century Powerbar equivalents on the cave floor::
(8:35:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Doesn't have much going for it in the taste department, but in a pinch, that's a meal right there.
(8:35:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: One.
(8:35:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I don't see you delivering on my drapes.
(8:36:03 PM) TKirr: Other than those-- ::nods towards the packets:: --generously supplied rations by McKnight... I'm not seeing anything useable.
(8:37:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> More tremors.
(8:37:22 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Focuses on her tricorder, but also sees nothing.:: It's possible that there's something further in the caves, but with the instabi- right those things. Might be hard.
(8:37:36 PM) TKirr: ::crouches this time, and stays put::
(8:39:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::crouches next to T'Kirr:: We ration what we've got as sparingly as possible, but we're going to have to move.
(8:39:53 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Heating himself by the wall:: Any idea as to where? Shooting out in any random direction is probably suicide.
(8:39:54 PM) TKirr: ::swallows, looking at him, trying to think of any other possibility::
(8:40:58 PM) cmdr shelev: Do we have any sort of map that we brought down from the ship?
(8:41:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Push those tricorders to their extreme long range.
(8:41:35 PM) cmdr shelev: How much sunlight we got left?
(8:42:24 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Takes a small panel off of the back of the tricorder, taking out an instrument from her toolkit and using it in a few places before replacing the panel and staring at the tricorder's readings intently::
(8:42:36 PM) TKirr: ::lowers her brow in thought:: I only briefly noticed the solar cycles before we beamed down.
(8:43:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> A stronger earthquake and a surge in chronoton readings if you're scanning for them!
(8:43:26 PM) cmdr shelev: I can go out there for a bit, no problem. See if there's anything we can't see from this damn ro-
(8:43:31 PM) cmdr shelev: OK, I'm leaving.
(8:43:38 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Eyes go wide::
(8:43:54 PM) TKirr: ::falls back on her rump::
(8:43:57 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sir, chronoton readings just skyrocketed.
(8:44:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Outside, it's now a jungle.
(8:44:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:44:32 PM) TKirr: ::checks:: Related to the quakes?
(8:44:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:44:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:44:44 PM) TKirr: ::pauses::
(8:44:58 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::le pause::
(8:45:08 PM) TKirr: How the heck didn't we age lol
(8:45:12 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Well, on the upside we won't freeze to death!
(8:45:13 PM) cmdr shelev: GOD DAMMIT MOSQUITOS
(8:45:39 PM) TKirr: They're gonna buzz around your antennae, crawl inside, and bite you.
(8:45:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::cackles::
(8:45:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Blame Percy, she wanted time travel.
(8:45:58 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ...I wanted time travel into the past, but fine.
(8:46:02 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :-P
(8:46:13 PM) TKirr: Well... maybe it's the past, now.
(8:46:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Well, now T'Kirr can smugly watch everyone else be miserable in the heat.
(8:46:39 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Of course, this is a WET heat.
(8:46:41 PM) cmdr shelev: we need to leave before we get to the grey goo
(8:46:47 PM) TKirr: Pfft, like she's used to humidity
(8:47:19 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Avoiding tar monsters would also be good.
(8:47:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ooo, tar monsters. ::idea!::
(8:47:35 PM) LtCmdrBusard: GODDAMNIT
(8:47:36 PM) TKirr: Complete with crashed ship
(8:48:49 PM) cmdr shelev: why you always gotta hate on the blacks
(8:49:01 PM) cmdr shelev: why can't we have the cracker monster
(8:49:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: THATS RACIST
(8:49:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Because everyone would just eat it?
(8:49:29 PM) cmdr shelev: :eng99:
(8:49:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: owned
(8:51:23 PM) TKirr: My job is now speeding around a lake on a boat
(8:51:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That's neat
(8:51:51 PM) TKirr: some bug bit me yesterday while I was on plane... drew blood, didn't start itching until today... ideas?
(8:51:58 PM) TKirr: -_-
(8:52:13 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Er...spider maybe?
(8:52:21 PM) cmdr shelev: spiderwoman
(8:52:29 PM) TKirr: I swear, when I looked down, I saw something big and black fly under my console
(8:52:58 PM) TKirr: Two people on the dock got bit by somethin, too... OMG IT'S A PLAGUE
(8:53:11 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yup.
(8:53:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: QUARANTINE FLORIDA
(8:53:14 PM) LtCmdrBusard: You're all going to die.
(8:53:16 PM) TKirr: I'm doomed. =/
(8:53:42 PM) TKirr: lol yeah toss a bomb at the Georgia border
(8:53:44 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ...Why do I want to start singing "So long and thanks for all the fish" now?
(8:53:52 PM) TKirr: >_>
(8:54:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Because it's awesome?
(8:54:42 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Ah, that's it.
(9:01:48 PM) cmdr shelev left the room.
(9:03:02 PM) MajDougMcKnight left the room.
(9:14:15 PM) LtCmdrBusard left the room.